Sunday night all of us with a love for the
big screen—film buffs, movie fans, fangirls- and-boys—will be somewhere in
front of a smaller screen to watch the 86th Annual Academy Awards presentation
from Hollywood. Some of us will be in
our jammies, with bowls of popcorn in our laps.
Some of us will be among friends dressed in our best at theme parties
thrown for the occasion. Some of us will
have bets riding on the outcome of the Best Actor or Best Picture
contests. Some of us will be watching
just to hear Ellen DeGeneres dog the celebrities or to see what Jennifer
Lawrence is wearing.
I love the Oscars—the excitement, the glamour,
the unexpected moments (Best Foreign Language Picture winner Roberto Benigni
climbing on the seats!). And I make a point of seeing a lot of the movies that
are nominated. I’ll be rooting for
Alphonso Cuaron, Sandra Bullock and GRAVITY to each take home the little gold
fella, but a slew of other directors, actors and films will make it hard for
them, and that will make it fun.
But you know me. I’m an Equal Opportunity movie fan. And you can bet your last bucket of popcorn
that the most recent movie I saw in a theater will NEVER be nominated for an
Oscar. Nevertheless, POMPEII was a lot
of guilty fun, and well worth the extra coin I had to pay for the full 3D
experience.
Now I admit POMPEII is not a science fiction
film. Sorry. I’m going to review it anyway, for two
reasons. One, I LUURRVVE me some
disaster films. The more complete the
destruction (2012, THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW), the better. (Of course those films also had some element
of scientific theory or futuristic speculation, feeble as it was—in the case of
2012, especially). But I’ll settle for a
good, ole local disaster, too (VOLCANO, EARTHQUAKE!). And, in some respects, nothing beats an
historical disaster (TITANIC). We know
how it’s going to end, but we just can’t help getting caught up in all that
human drama.
Pompeii today, with Vesuvius in the background. |
The second best part of POMPEII is the
recreation of the city as it existed before Vesuvius destroyed it. My imagination had already rebuilt this
thriving city with a teeming market and streets lined with houses, according to
the plan that was still clear from the ruins.
But director Paul W.S. Anderson (RESIDENT EVIL, ALIEN VS. PREDATOR) and
his CGI crew present a fully recreated Pompeii of A.D. 79, right down to the gladiatorial
stadium, which was, we’re told, the second largest in the Empire after Rome’s. Over all of the city looms the mountain,
steaming and smoking from the first frame, a presence all feel, but largely
ignore as a fact of life in that region, something like California’s
earthquakes or Florida’s hurricanes.
Vesuvius, by the way, is still an active
volcano, one of the most dangerous in that hemisphere, according to the
experts, because of its proximity to heavily populated Naples and the Capri
coast. But its size is much reduced, at least from the one in Anderson’s
vision. In the film, the mountain dominates each
frame, and those of us who know the outcome can’t help but shudder.
That’s the key to a “good” disaster picture,
of course. Those of us safe in our seats
in the audience know something horrible is going to happen. The filmmaker gives us the hints—why-oh-why
don’t the characters see that the boiling lake and collapsing earth and
earthquakes and sinister sifting sand in the roof of the arena are telling them
to GET THE HELL OUT? (You have to give
one villainous character credit in POMPEII for being the first to catch
on. He sees the signs and calls for his
litter and slaves to carry him to the dock to catch a ship to safety, well
before anything has really started. But
by the time he gets there and gets on board, time has run out. Vesuvius catches him far out into the
harbor. Just deserts.)
Anderson does a bang-up job of giving us what
we came for in the final third of the film, as the mountain erupts and
buildings collapse or explode when hit by flaming boulders thrown from the
caldera. People panic and run screaming
in all directions. The requisite child
is almost trampled, but saved by one of the heroes. Heroes and villains fight to the death in the
middle of spectacular destruction. Ash
flies into our faces (this is 3D, remember!).
Flaming rocks fly into our faces (3D!).
The water in the harbor eerily retreats, then roars back in a tsunami
that consumes hundreds seeking salvation at the docks. An entire villa slides into the ocean. It is an orgy of destruction.
Don’t look for acting of any great caliber in
the midst of all this CGI glory. Keifer
Sutherland, as a Roman senator with designs on the heroine, has fun with his
role as Snidely Whiplash in a tunic and breastplate. Carrie-Anne Moss and Jared Harris, as the
heroine’s parents, do their best with what they’re given, lending some dignity
to the proceedings. Adewale Akinnouye-Agbaje does what he always does, which is
to play the ferocious, great-hearted fighter.
But Kit Harrington and Emily Browning as the hero and heroine generate
about as much interest and heat as a day-old pizza. I was more concerned about the horse carrying
them in their desperate escape attempt than with the two of them.
Still, POMPEII is a wonderful guilty
pleasure. Too bad there isn’t a separate
awards ceremony just for movies we know are bad, but love anyway.
PING PONG
Thanks to everyone who commented on last week’s
post (When I Stop Reading—And Why).
Seems I’m not the only one who gives up in the middle of a book these
days. Most of us just don’t have the
time to waste on something that’s not up to standard.
And, Laurie, I agree with you 100 percent on
all your reasons for picking up and sticking with a book (Why I Start Reading—and Why I Stick With It). I depend on the blurb and the cover to sell me almost all
the time. (The rest of the time, I depend on word of mouth.) Pippa says she likes writing blurbs—she’s
probably the only writer I know who says that!
Most of us hate it, but it’s important to get it right, for all the
reasons Laurie mentions.
Cheers, Donna